Owen’s breath was coming fast now; Chad could feel it on the sweat-slicked skin on the back of his neck. And then Chad’s body gave way to the intrusion, and Owen sank in to the hilt.
Owen’s breath stuttered. Chad released his breath in a gush. The hardness inside him pulsed, and he could feel the soft silk of the bow tie on the sensitive skin where Owen had entered him.
Owen’s voice was low. “You ready for my pace?”
“Bring it,” Chad answered through clenched teeth.
Owen took his time, pulling back and pushing in, again and again. Each time, the head of his cock rubbed along Chad’s prostate, but it wasn’t enough, he needed harder, more, and he was just about to ask for it, demand it, when Owen reared back one last time and then surged into Chad so hard, his head clunked against the stone.
But Owen wasn’t stopping now. He plunged into Chad’s body again and again. Chad locked his arms to brace himself against the wall so he didn’t get a concussion because yes, yes, yes, this was what he wanted, this thrusting, this claiming. And fuck, he hadn’t known Owen had this in him. This strength. This passion.
Or maybe he did know, maybe he’d known all along this intensity lurked beneath the surface and that was why he’d been so drawn to Owen. Either way, he was getting the fuck of his life from the nerdiest guy he’d ever met, who currently wore a green, polka-dot bow tie around his dick.
Chad hadn’t realized he had a nerd kink.
Or a bow tie kink.
But he did.
“So this is what you’re like once that bow tie comes off, huh?” Chad panted.
Owen gripped the hair at the back of Chad’s head and tugged, so Chad was pulled upright and Owen could hiss in his ear, “You never shut up, do you?”
“You trying to fuck the words out of my mouth?”
Owen’s laugh was shaky. “I don’t know. This is what we do, snap at each other.”
“And this,” Chad said. “We do this.”
A hand left his hip and curled around his cock, then began to stroke. “Yeah, we do. We do this. And we do it so well.”
“So well,” Chad moaned, unable to do much but parrot words. Because he was going to come. Right here, in this park on a decrepit stage with Owen behind him, fucking him like a possessed man. Like the Dapper Dick himself. “Close,” Chad murmured. “I’m close.”
Owen’s lips were at Chad’s ear, sucking on the rim, biting the shell, pressing hot, wet kisses on his neck. “Me, too. You feel so good.”
“You do, too.”
“Squeezing me like you don’t want to let me go. You want to let me go, Chad?”
No, no, he didn’t. But he wasn’t going to say that.
Owen was still able to talk, somehow. “Not sure I want to let you go. Or let you come.”
Please was on the tip of his tongue. He never begged. Ever. But damn it, he was aching, hurting, and Owen had the power to fix that. Only Owen.
“Should I?” Owen asked. “Put us both out of our misery?”
Chad tried to swallow, but his throat was dry. “Yes.” He just barely clamped his lips shut before saying please.
“You first,” Owen whispered.
“No, you.”
Owen laughed. “You should see what this looks like, me fucking you with this bow tie wrapped around my dick. It looks so hot, Chad, watching you take me like this.”
Chad made a strangled sound, and then with one last flick of Owen’s wrist he was coming, coming, and he might have cried out, he wasn’t sure, because Owen fucked him through it, and when Chad whimpered at the harsh grip on his spent cock, Owen was coming, too, releasing himself into the condom inside Chad, that gorgeous big dick pulsing.
And then there was silence. Except for heavy breathing and the rustled fabric of their clothes as they shifted to get more comfortable.
Chad exhaled as Owen slipped from his body, and he stayed slumped against the wall, his forehead resting on his fist to the sounds of Owen getting dressed. But Chad couldn’t move, and he knew he’d be sore once he did, so he was just going to lean here. For a while. With his pants down.
But Owen had other ideas. Chad’s pants were pulled up, and then he was turned, gently. He stared at the top of Owen’s bent head as the other man pulled up the zipper of his jeans and buckled his belt, redressing Chad in a way he normally would have hated, but now he just felt…taken care of.
And that was a new fucking concept.
Owen lifted his head, meeting Chad’s gaze, and they stared at each other for a moment. Chad reached out a hand and brushed a strand of hair that had escaped from its hair-sprayed home. He didn’t talk. Because he didn’t know what to say. What they’d just done shouldn’t have been anything. It should have been all it was, a fuck in a park with a guy that turned his crank like no other.